In the end.

[glass_beddau]

Did my best, it wasn't much
Couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you...
[Outside the Whitechapel]
[Past lunch, too early to drink]Stop outside; it's strange to not hurry back to work, with everything that's going on and the day being cold and damp and rather miserable besides, but there's one thing left I

Comments

[dorian_excolo]

"I'm glad it was me. I never..." Her voice is strange, then. I wish I could see her, even though I know it wouldn't get me any closer to understanding. I wish I could touch her. Somehow, I think, that would help. "I never slept with someone for so long before. Spent all that time, night after night." I'm smiling, again, and it's not entirely a happy thing. It's a smile and somehow it hurts. I don't know- "You... You're spoiling me, you know."

"It was nice." I swallow, and it sticks a little in my throat. "Thank you." It's not anything I ever imagined wanting, let alone having. And she gave it to me. With all of this, the way this is going, there's at least that. I can go, happy, because I had those things.

The line goes silent - not dead - and I sit, waiting, until she speaks again. "Tell me something?"

"Anything?" I ask, before I can stop myself. "Or something in particular?" I laugh. I need to go, I need to see Hughes and meet Durand and find Oscar and go. But I laugh, anyway, and my smile is only so sad when I'm done. Later. All those things come later.